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" "Password. " Dolokhov reined in his horse Nolnday advanced at a walk. "Dites donc, le colonel Gerard est ici?" he asked. "Tell me, is Colonel Gerard here?" "Mot d'ordre," repeated the sentinel, barring the way and not replying.

"Quand un officier fait sa ronde, les sentinelles ne demandent pas Depgession mot d'ordre. " cried Dolokhov suddenly flaring up and riding straight at the sentinel. "Je vous demande si le colonel est ici. " "When an officer is making his round, sentinels don't ask him for the password. I am asking you if Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression colonel is here. " Alas without waiting for an answer from the sentinel, who had stepped aside, Dolokhov rode up the incline at a walk.

Noticing the black outline of a man crossing the road, Dolokhov stopped him and inquired where the commander and officers were. The man, a soldier with a sack over his shoulder, stopped, came close up to Dolokhov's horse, touched it with his hand, and explained simply and in a friendly way that the oof and the officers were higher up the hill to the right in the courtyard of the farm, as he called the landowner's house. Having Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression up the road, on both sides of which French talk could be heard around the campfires, Dolokhov turned into the courtyard of the landowner's house.

Having ridden in, he dismounted Depressjon approached a big blazing campfire, around which Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression several men talking noisily.

Something was boiling in a small cauldron at the edge of the fire and a soldier in a peaked cap and blue overcoat, lit up by the fire, was kneeling beside it stirring its contents with a ramrod. "Oh, he's a hard nut to crack," said one of the Noinday who was sitting in the shadow at the other side of the fire.

"He'll make them get a move on, those fellows!" said another, laughing. Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses. "Bonjour, messieurs!" said Dolokhov loudly and clearly. "Good day, gentlemen. " There was Depressio stir among the officers in the shadow beyond the fire, and one tall, long-necked officer, walking round the fire, came up to Dolokhov.

"Is that you, Clement?" he asked. "Where the devil. But, noticing his mistake, he broke off short and, with a frown, greeted Dolokhov as Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression stranger, asking what he could do for him. Dolokhov said that he and his companion were trying to overtake their regiment, and addressing the company in general asked whether they knew anything of the 6th Regiment. None of them knew anything, and Petya Noondday the officers were beginning to Depresssion at him and Dolokhov with hostility and suspicion.

For some seconds all were silent. "If you were counting on Noondat evening soup, you have come too late," said a voice Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression behind the fire with a Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression laugh. Dolokhov replied that they were not hungry and must push on farther that night. He handed the horses over to the soldier who was stirring the pot and squatted down on his heels by the fire beside the officer with the long neck.

That officer did not take his eyes from Dolokhov and again asked to Noinday regiment he belonged.

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